Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

His eyes turned scarlet. He clutched Gwendolyn’s wrist, not noticing that he was gripping her so tightly that her skin was turning pale.

Cedrick shoved him away, wrapped Gwendolyn in his arms, and massaged her wrist.

Gwendolyn sighed. Her tone was stern as she said, “You acted rashly tonight, Treyton. I understand how you must be feeling, but I don’t agree with you giving away fifteen percent of the company’s shares to the Newton family.”

Treyton gaped at her in disbelief. “For all your talk about being sisters with Jennifer, you won’t even save her when she’s in trouble. When have you become so unfeeling, Gwendolyn?”

“Me, unfeeling?”

Gwendolyn was incredulous. Her rage began to boil.

As Treyton had had a traumatic night, she did her best to remain patient. “I don’t want to hold a grudge against somebody who can’t think straight. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Treyton’s gaze grew cold.

Everything that had happened at the party had lost him his wits. “I’ll do it myself if you won’t. My shares, my call.”

He turned to go, but Gwendolyn had enough. Done with coddling him, she dashed forward and slapped him across the face.

Smack!

The crisp slap echoed in the air.

As she had used her full strength, Treyton’s face tilted to the side, and a red imprint of her hand appeared instantly on his cheek. He stared at her, dumbstruck.

Cedrick, too, was stunned. He remained rooted to the spot.

Massaging his stinging cheek, Treyton fumed, “How dare you hit me, Gwendolyn?”

Faced with his accusatory glare, Gwendolyn raised her chin defiantly.

“I’m not hitting you as your little sister but as the head of the Harris family. Now would you calm down? Can you listen to me?”

She looked stern, like the head of the family she was.

he did not say a word

a smart man, Treyton. I’ll give you some time to cool down and reflect on your

somewhat hurt. “Are you placing me under

I place you under house arrest? Think of it as grounding. It’s your

Gwendolyn turned to address Cedrick. “Could you marshal some men who aren’t on

nodded decisively.

every single one of them with batons. You have my permission to beat him

came to that, she

of the family, and everybody must obey me with no exceptions. If you won’t, we’re going to the ancestral hall and I will have you tried according to our family law. Feel free to

snorted. “You think I’m

piss me off, I will have you beaten up so severely that you pass out and spend the next two weeks in bed. By then, you would only be able

refused to say

Cedrick’s, Gwendolyn left.

and said, “Call me when

as she and Cedrick entered

car

The smart-looking soldiers surrounded the villa as if they had rehearsed it and left no

not predisposed to negotiations but preferred to strike first instead. Forced back into his villa, Treyton shut

after Treyton was securely inside his house did Gwendolyn and Cedrick disappear into the

early the following morning at her office at Mossey

their relationship had lost some of its stiffness. Though far from being on good terms, they would exchange a greeting

her secretary

spend the following

manager of the HR department arrived with the new secretary and

without taking her attention off

her permission, the two

the manager had an imposing poise and a handsome face. He had a presence that could

did not so much as

“This candidate is very

grunted in response, engrossed in typing. She did not look at the documents beside

special circumstances. You cannot arrive at the office later than me. When I come in in the morning, I expect a fresh cup of coffee on my desk…” She went on for over a minute without even looking up. “Got it?” she asked as

man nodded. “Understood,